Turning her back on Percy, Allegra gathered Lucy into her arms. She buried her face in her daughter's sweet-smelling hair, closing her eyes and hugging Lucy tightly. Too tightly, evidently, if Lucy's indignant squeak was anything to go by.
"Mamma, you're squeezing me!" she said, voice slightly muffled by Allegra's hug.
Reluctantly, she put Lucy down and watched her scamper off into Percy's arms. "Have a fun week," she said in a somewhat choked voice. "I'll miss you, Luce mia."
Intellectually, she knew that Percy's reasoning was sound. It always was. He never did anything without agonizing over every little detail and potential outcome, and writing endless sodding pro and con lists, and researching things to within an inch of their life. He was a solid, dependable man.
But all the logic in the world couldn't make a dent in the rock sitting in the pit of Allegra's stomach. She swallowed convulsively, feeling the sting in her eyes and the ache in her throat that signalled tears were likely. Not wanting Lucy to see her cry, she smiled brightly - and fakely - and waved goodbye.